This cold, starless night seems to last so long!
I'm so tired, and yet I cannot sleep.
I drift through the days and later I write.
Yet now my thoughts will not flow like rivers
They've hit a huge metaphorical wall.
I wait patiently for waves to break through.
Finally, the light of an idea
Appears amidst my crumpled paper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes we must wait upon the words. You made it through.
Thanks Michael...it's good to wrestle with one's angels from time to time I think.